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  “I want a hug too,” said Jackie still playing on the floor

  Despite the swollen lump on the side of her head, Tamera seemed no worse for wear from her near-death experience. For Brie it was a different story. The adrenalin that had been surging through Brie, during and after the rescue, had now worn off. In its place was exhaustion. Brie could barely get through dinner. So at 8:00 Brie excused herself and went to bed early, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

  Brie awoke four hour later to the sounds of moaning and thrashing coming from the living room. She walked out the bedroom door in her nighty, the house dark except for the half-moon shining through the massive windows facing the lake. There, in silhouette, were Brad and Tamera, she bent over the sofa, Brad driving into her sculpted buttocks with what looked like fury. “...you can never leave me, Tamera... you can never leave me... never...” From the side, both their frames were stretched and arched, Tamera's arms rigid on the couch back while Brad's powerful forearms gripped Tamera's waist. Whatever each of them were saying to each other it was only a brief interruption of the more prevalent moans, groans and gasps they were exchanging, “... I love you Tammy…”

  “I know,” said Tamera.”

  “I'm not sharing you...”

  “That's what you want.”

  “I can't lose you...”

  “I know...” said Tamera, her back arching in the darkness, orgasms seizing her body just as Brad simultaneously bucked hard with his pelvis, his head bending back letting out his own loud groan. Brie always felt welcome to participate in any intimate act that Tamera and Brad were engaging in, but not this time. This looked like serious stuff. This was “things-that-needed-to-be-worked-out-sex”. Brie felt like she was eavesdropping.

  Brie walked out of the room quietly, Brad and Tamera fading into exhaustion.

  The first thing Brie noticed when she woke up in the morning was the smell of flowers. She opened her eyes and saw large bouquets on either side of her. At the side of the bed was a breakfast tray. Pancakes, sausage and hash-browns. Over to the side of the room Tamera was checking herself out in a mirror, wearing a tight-fitting pinstripe business suit. “She awakes!” said Tamera looking over at Brie. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

  “What is all this?” said Brie.

  “Just more 'thank you’s' that can never be enough,” said Tamera.

  “I'm the one who is supposed to make you breakfast,” said Brie.

  “Maybe another day.”

  “Are you going to work?”

  “I have a staff meeting in Overton tomorrow. I'll be back on Saturday. I had an old business suit hanging in here. I wanted to try it on to see if still fits.”

  “It does,” said Brie, shaking her head. “Like, what could you have been worried about?”

  “After a baby, things can shift around,” said Tamera. “I didn't know if I needed to have some of this taken in or let out...”

  “Oh come on,” laughed Brie, reaching around and gliding her fingers along Tamera's skirted backside. “There's not a thing wrong with you.”

  “Best to find out now and not the day you're going to wear it.”

  “So,” Brie blushed, “Are you wearing all that hot stuff underneath as well?” said Brie.

  “Of course,” Tamera said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Same as what you had on the other night. Do you want to see?”

  Brie swallowed and ignored the come-on. “I don't know why you bother with all that if no one ever sees it.”

  “Well, I'll know its there,” Tamera smiled, “And Brad too. He gets to see me get dressed in the mornings, and undressed in the evenings.”

  “But Brad's not into that stuff.”

  “Ah. Yes, well... you got me there,” said Tamera, picking up a sausage link and sliding it into Brie's mouth. “But you can see it if you want. Unzip me now and I'll show you,” said Tamera turning her backside to Brie. Tamera's bottom hovered above her, a beautiful round ledge wrapped in its skirt. Brie tentatively reached up and brushed her fingers against the skirt, letting them drift upwards to the top of the zipper just under the short-waisted jacket. She slid her fingers into the cowling covering the zipper and pinched the top with her thumb and forefinger, the suit jacket lightly brushing against her knuckles. Brie pulled downwards. The skirt split open along the center of Tamera’s ass in a V. It grew larger as the zipper parted, at first revealing her garter belt framing the small of her back, then the thin strip of the thong panties disappearing into her crack, and finally the tight garter straps curving around each side of two perfectly formed buttocks. Brie grabbed the hem, tugging the skirt down Tamera’s silky legs until it fell to the floor at Tamera’s feet.

  Tamera turned back around, sliding another sausage link into Brie's mouth. “If you must know, this all for Kay. She's into it.”

  “Kay? Is Kay like your girlfriend?” said Brie, finding it strangely hard to get the words out.

  “Yes, I suppose she is.”

  “Who is she?” said Brie as Tamera slid another sausage into her mouth.

  “A paralegal in our office.”

  “Does Brad know about her?” Brie said, whispering, gazing at Tamera’s exposed stocking-covered, showgirl legs towering above her.

  “He's known about her for awhile. He pretends he doesn’t mind but I know he does, I just try to be discrete.”

  “Is she pretty?” said Brie, feeling vulnerable asking the question.

  “Don't you mean, 'Is she as pretty as you?'” said Tamera.

  “Why would I ask that?”

  “Well, she is,” said Tamera.

  “Okay,” said Brie.

  “Are you jealous?” said Tamera.

  “Why would I be jealous?” said Brie.

  “Because I've been feeding you sausages for the last few minutes and you seem to like it.”

  Brie blushed again, this time feeling the blood radiating through her face. Tamera leaned down and kissed her full on the mouth, cupping Brie's breast through her nighty. She clasped Tamera's hair, amazed at how easily her hand passed through it, no friction at all. Brie wrapped her hands around Tamera's neck pulling her down into the bed, next to the food tray. She grasped Tamera's head to her shoulder continuing to stroke her hair while trying to make sense of her feelings. She was in awe of Tamera as well as a little scared. This was a woman with powers that Brie could maybe one day emulate but never completely match. For the first time Brie felt sorry for Brad. He definitely had a tiger by the tail, desperate to not let go and end up in its maw. Brad's muscular body dwarfed Tamera's petite frame, but that was an illusion. It was Tamera who had the power to crush at will. Brie remembered Tamera's take-down of Mr. Fugleson the day before, watching Tamera slice him to ribbons, doing it with less effort than picking up a salt shaker.

  Tamera was kissing her neck, nibbling on Brie's earlobe. Whatever Tamera wanted, she could have. Brie would have no choice but to give it to her. Brie wanted everything Tamera had, and wanted to be everything Tamera was.

  Brie pulled downwards on Tamera's shoulders, using her strength to slide Tamera’s body towards Brie's legs. Tamera looked up at her.

  “You can do what you want,” said Brie.

  “You sure?” said Tamera.

  “Yes.”

  Tamera slid herself downwards till her head was just above Brie's crotch. She lifted Brie's nighty and pulled the panties over Brie’s hips, down her legs and off her feet. Tamera then spread Brie's thighs, kissing each one. Brie took in a sharp breath, Tamera's lips feeling like small electric shocks. Tamera touched Brie's labia, bathing it with soft kisses. Brie had no idea what to do or think of feel, confusion and chaos consuming her.

  Tamera's tongue slid into Brie's folds, at first just along the surface then deeper and deeper, pushing upwards to the top of her slit and rolling across her clit. “Aghhuhhh,” Brie gasped, wondering if Brad could hear her from his office. She wouldn't mind if Brad jumped into the fray just now.

  Tamer
a's tongue slid back into Brie's vagina, rolling across her clit again, but this time it lingered. Tamera's tongue stayed on the bud and didn't leave, her tongue continuing to slide back and forth with rapid-fire licks across Brie's clit. Brie was consumed with something new and strange, trying with all her mental strength to wrap her head around it. Brie now knew that a fireball of orgasm was heading her way. “Taammeeee!” Brie yelled as the spasms enveloped her. “Taaammmmeeeeeee!”, Brie screamed, shuddering for five minutes.

  Tamera lifted her mouth from out of Brie's pussy and rested her head on Brie's tummy. They both were breathing hard, exhausted and saying nothing, Brie liking this moment best of all. Five minutes passed before either of them spoke. “Brad and I are getting you an SAT coach. A tutor.”

  “What? Why?” said Brie.

  “There's no point in giving you a full-boat scholarship to college if you can't get in.”

  “But that's so expensive.”

  “It is. But this guy is good. He worked for Applicant Achievers for six years in Overton. He quit and moved back to Trestle to take over the family business. We're going to pay him for three days a week, for a month. He says he can raise your SAT scores by 300 points. That would get you up to an 1800, good enough for East Lancaster State.”

  “Wait... how do you know my SAT scores?” said Brie.

  “It's easy enough to find,” said Tamera. “For a straight-A student like yourself, your combined 1500 is embarrassing.”

  Brie swallowed. There. There it was. Another display of Tamera's cruel tenaciousness. Brie knew full well that the tutor was Tamera's idea, despite her use of the word “we”. Brie used her upper body strength to pull Tamera up her belly to eye level. Tamera kissed her, Brie tasting her own juices on another person's lips. “Tamera... you have to promise that you'll never say or do one mean or hurtful thing to me. Ever.” Tamera looked down at her, and rubbed her nose against Brie's. “I could never do anything to hurt you, Brie.”

  “Because I couldn't take it, if you did.”

  Tamera's smile disappeared, a concerned look appearing on her face. “Do you think I could ever talk to you the same way I talked to Tony Fugleson?”

  “You kinda just did,” said Brie.

  “I won't. Ever.”

  The day was spent taking care of Jackie. Brad and Tamera stayed in their separate home offices, either on conference calls or buried in briefs. Whatever issues Brad and Tamera had confronted in their midnight fuck session, they seem to have been resolved. Both were friendly and affectionate. In the afternoon the two of them took a break and sat out on the lawn playing with Jackie. Looking down at them from the window Brie felt left-out for the first time. It starting feeling like all this togetherness with the Merles was an illusion that would leave a bitter aftertaste.

  Dinner was served at 7:00 pm, prepared by Brie (Beef Stroganoff). The three of them stayed up watching a new print of “Is Paris is Burning.” a favorite of Brad's.

  In the morning Brie awoke to Tamara packing a small overnight bag. Their eyes met and Tamera smiled as she zipped up the bag. She walked over to the bed wearing jeans and a short-waisted un-tucked shirt. She leaned over and kissed Brie, “I'll see you Saturday.”

  Brie lingered in bed another twenty minutes and then got Jackie up and got her breakfast. By mid-morning she was sitting in the living room watching Project Runway while listening to Brad in the other room talking to people on the other side of the world and as close as Overton.

  “Brie!” Brad yelled a few minutes later. Brie walked into the office as multiple voices came out of the speaker phone. Brad reached over and hit mute. “This call really sucks,” he smiled. “I need some eye candy to get me through it.”

  “Okay,” said Brie, spinning coquettishly in front of him, “What would that be, Mr. Merle.”

  “Go into our bedroom closet. Tamera has a blue mini-dress that she never wears out of the house. Find a pair of her extreme heels to go with it.”

  “Classy,” said Brie. “Where's Jackie?”

  “Dozing in her crib,” said Brad.

  She found the dress that Brad wanted hanging in Tamera's huge walk-in closet. She put it on and understood immediately why Tamera never left the house in it— it was as combustible as dry tinder. The stretched fabric wrapped around her so tightly that it felt a little obscene. In her smallest bikini she felt less exposed than in this dress. Because Tamera was a little smaller on top than Brie, Brie's breasts were spilling out over the top. She found a pair of heels that had to be at least five inches tall, no doubt fitting Brad's job description. Looking in the mirror she was surprised by how much she liked what she saw. She loved her long legs, how the heels brought out muscle groups that were mostly hidden by flats. And those breasts. Yes! She always felt a little top heavy. But not here. They looked exquisite. The dress wrapping each breast individually with an opening in the middle that gave a glimpse of cleavage. She flipped one side of her hair to her back and the other side to her front.

  When she returned to Brad's home office, he was in mid-speech. “... you might try for an injunction,” said Brad, “But I'm not sure what how much teeth that has in Singapore—shit...” Brad said, looking up and catching Brie in his field of view.

  “What-what was that?” said one of the callers.

  “Oh, uh... it’s just that on the ground Singapore copyright law is frustrating,” Brad said leering at Brie. Some more voices could be heard on the speaker jumping into the conversation. Brad motioned for Brie to get closer. As other folks on the conference call picked up on the conversation, Brad slid his hands underneath the short mini-dress. Brie felt herself go wet in an instant, a blast of electricity emanating from her crotch. Brad's two fingers rubbed her through instantly damp panties. Abruptly he stopped and opened a desk drawer. He pulled out a gleaming, thick, silver spike with a blunted round nose. He slid it between her legs, rubbing it over the crotch of her panties. Brie gasped as she felt the coolness of the round metal tip through the thin material. “Oh geeze...” she gasped.

  Brie reached down, pulling her panties aside, letting the cold, smooth tip make direct contact with her labia. She grabbed the steel shaft and let it float through her folds, catching her breath and trying to suppress a yelp that could be heard by all those on the conference call.

  “...so what do you think, Brad?” said one voice.

  “I agree with Amy,” said Brad sliding the shaft into Brie's plush vulva, disappearing several inches inside of her. Brie clenched her teeth, clamping them to her forearm in an effort to stifle the pleasure resulting from the sensation of cool steel radiating out from her vagina. “Intellectual property law in Kuala Lumpur is not as developed as Singapore’s,” Brad continued, “and there is certainly more exposure there for our client.”

  Brie grabbed the dildo out of Brad's hands and took control. Brad looked on as Brie rammed the steel stalactite in and out of her pussy, one hand bracing herself against Brad's desk. She could feel the sweet sting of climax, not quite yet there, but its headlights getting closer and closer. “Uhhhh,” Brie moaned, Brad leaping for the mute button. “What was that?” said one of the callers as Brad held one finger to his lips trying not to crack up. He reached out with his large hand and grabbed the masturbating Brie, pulling her in towards him. She was still bent over his desk, supported by one arm, the lower half of her ass-cheeks peeking out from under the skirt. He grabbed one of her half-moons, clutching it, pushing his index finger into her anus, spinning it around the edges, pushing it into her opening. Brie screamed out again, nerve endings she didn't know she had were shunted straight to the happy parts of her brain.

  “So, Brad,” said one of the participants on the call, “What do you think about what Jan was just saying here about injunctive relief in Southeast Asia? You think we should even bother pursuing this here in Thailand?”

  Brad once again held his finger over his mouth, looking at Brie. He reached over and turned off the mute button. “Yes, Sam, I think it might be a sm
art way to go...

  Suddenly Brie came, letting out a wail that no one, even on a phone line eight thousand miles away could mistake for anything other than an orgasm. Brad hit the mute again, cutting himself off mid-sentence, waiting patiently for Brie to finish. She pulled the steel dildo out of her pussy a minute later, tossing it on the desk and collapsing into Brad's lap. He scooped her into a ball and kissed her. She grabbed the dildo off his desk and held the blunt tip up to Brad's mouth, tasting her.

  Brad punched the speaker phone again. “Sorry about that... Fed Ex was at the door.”

  “You guys have Fed Ex up there?” said Astrid from his office.

  “We do. They come up by covered wagon. Everything is months late…” Brad then lowered his tone and whispered to Brie. “I need to borrow Mr. Fugleson's nail-gun again.”

  “For what? You don't do any carpentry.”

  “No, but you do. There's some window trim that's coming off outside that I need you to repair. Can you go over and grab it?”

  Brie walked back to her room and kicked off Tamera's slut pumps while looking for her jeans. She got a glimpse of herself in the mirror again and stopped. Why change?

  She put the heels back on.

  Brie walked across the lawn, her stiletto heels aerating the grass. Before she crossed the border into the Fugleson's yard, Brie craned her neck to see if Mr. Fugleson's wife's car was present (since their garage filled with junk, the Fugleson's parked their cars in the driveway). No sign of her car. Brie continued walking.

  She knocked on the door and waited, her heart racing. This was naughty. But she was taking pity on a man in what had to be an awful marriage. This here was an act of charity. Mr. Fugleson answered the door. “Brie?”

  “Hello, Mr. Fugleson! Brad—Mr. Merle—would like to borrow your nail-gun again.”

  Tony looked at Brie, his head moving up and down assessing this young object of desire standing on front step, her feet together, standing at attention, the mile long legs on display. “Come on in!” Mary is doing some shopping. She'll be back in a while.”